Black is bettter than White

It's true, the Black iPhone is better that the White iPhone, so deal with it.
my first iPhone was white, not by choice, it was the only color available at the moment and I wanted it so badly... maybe it was my subconsious that decided to wash my iPhone so I had to replace it with a Black one.
In any case my phone has finally been replaced.
funnily enough instead of just paying retail price ($650) to replace the phone it was cheaper to add a line to my plan and pay only 200 bucks for the new phone and 2 year contract...then switch the lines around so I had the same phone number....so I now have a family plan through Verizon : P
in fact to make it cheaper I got a family plan AND changed my service to a senior citizen plan.....which is weird but hey, 5 bucks less a month.
this works out fine, since I'm planning on moving in with Chelsea in a few months. plus she's looking to get rid of her ATT service and we've talked about getting phone service together...so this works out fine I guess.

In fact I was kind of expecting another anxiety attack to come on after being forced to think about getting on a cell phone family plan and moving in together, but it wasn't that bad.
a few days after I washed my phone I actually had a really bad panic attack. (not directly related to the loss of my precious Apple Product, btw). It was the first anxiety attack I'd had in close to three years, which really sucked.
it made for a terrible work day and a few really bad nights at home alone.
dealing with depression day after day for so many years has, in a way, become easy. I have bad days and good days, but most of the time I'm fine and the day to day boring life that I lead isn't interupted. But a full blown panic attack.....fuck at the best of times I was pacing back and forth my apartment crying because I needed to fix something and I didn't know what or how.

Life as a (semi)responsible adult still freaks me out, but at least I'm looking forward to moving out of the shithole I'm in and into a real apartment with someone I could be fine spending 24 hours a day with.

Drunkard!!!

Actually, I'm happy that I'm the furthest thing from a drunkard ever. But that didn't stop me from getting drunk last night. I rarely get drunk, last night was the first time I'd been drunk in over a year. Sure I drink on occasion, in fact I often keep a few beers in my fridge just in case I need a relaxing night in from of a movie with a cold one. The party last night was awesome, it was definitely my kind of party. It was small, there were only about 8 of us, and I knew everyone there, one guy I had only met once before, but it wasn't hard to only have to meet one person. We all drank and chatted very comfortable with each other, it wasn't crowded or hard to feet around anywhere in the house, also there was no shitty music or half naked dancing....which, as awesome as that sounds, I've never participated in. Plus, I didn't drink too much, I drank quite a bit, got drunk, then stopped, didn't puke like some people did : ) My good friend actually got super wasted and puked in the chip bowl right in front of everybody...it was really pretty funny. I've kinda had a long week, partied three times this week, which is three times more than I have the past year. All parties I attended were for my friends who were visiting from out of state. It was super fun though, and I miss them already. Mostly I regret not hanging out with them more when they lived here.

(some witty title comparing and misusing the words 'fair' and 'fare')

So, I had a pretty awful experience in a taxi-cab today.
I've never been in a cab before... This was a first time experience.
Chelsea and I arrived at the Orlando airport and got our luggage with no problem. Went down to the first floor and found the pickup area fine, and with just a little looking found a man sitting at a desk that said Taxi Service. Bingo. There were taxi's all around waiting... No problem.
We approached. The man simply asked our destination, e advised him our hotel name. He confirmed there were just two of us, then handed us a small paper and advised us to go with the cabbie standing nearby. We followed hits a sedan and got in.

Now...taxi's should be simple. There's a meter that calculates everything so you nor the cabbie have to. 
You should be able to get in. Arrive at your destination, pay. And have a nice day. 
Apparently that's too hard. 

The ride was fine. Tat cabbie said nothing, just drove very directly to our hotel. 
When we arrived he stopped and stated "total is 36.75"
I asked, "you take card, right?"
He Sid nothing for a moment and then mumbled something incoherently.

Let me pause the story to be a little racist. Yes the man was black....this did not affect his driving. He drove great, I wasn't as scared as I though I'd be, he only barely ever rose 1 or 2 miles above the speed limit. It was fine. However,it suddenly became clear that English was not his native language. And if it was...it had been so tarnished by some crazy Orlando-cabbie-loafer-wearing-slang that MADE NO SENSE TO NORMAL PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW TO SPEAK!!!

I was perplexed by his answer and I was still unsure if he would take my card. I reframed my question... "oh, so you don't take card?" 
"he responded with more jibber-jabber and concluded with words that sounded like "need little paper."
I thought he meant he needed that slip of paper I was handed earlier...I went to hand it to him. Finally he turned and looked at me. Ad he gave me the most evil look in the word. He looked at me as if I was incredibly stupid and had no idea what was going on (I didn't). 
"No!" he almost screamed, "(jibberish jibberish jibberish, little slidey paper!!!" he made a motion like a old credit card reader, the kind with like 5 layers of carbon receipt paper.
I was again perplexed but this made me believe that he could in fact take my card. So I handed it to him.
Again he looked at me like I was trying to hand him a bomb. 

Now, normally I think I would have handed him cash earlier...my main reasoning for trying so desperately to pay with my card is because this trip was a gift. I won it in a company drawing. The transportation to ad from the airport is part of the gift, but I have to pay for it, and they're going to reimburse me. So what I was really after was a goddamned receipt. 

Finally I gave up. The total was $36 and some change so whatever, I handed him 2 twenties. After I handed it over he pressed another button on the damn meter to add the tax. Total was suddenly 39.50. 
Not wanting to continuously look the fool I then grabbed another 5 bucks ad handed it to him. I stated "and that's for you"
he looked at it...and looked back at me...then slooooooowly took it. It's like this man didn't know what money was. It was fucking weird, and he was incredibly snooty about it. 

If my High School graduate math is correct (failed algebra twice BTW) then 5.50 Isn't quite 15% of 40 bucks, and apparently cabbies expect between 15 and 20 percent....but this guy kinda was an ass...and offered no help whatsoever to two travelers who've OBVIOUSLY never Been in a damn cab before!!

Upon reflection (and 30 minutes of research on the Internet) I've decided to only attempt to pay cash from now on for a cab (even though the cab company's website confirmed that they take Visa....that crazy asshole!!). Pretty much everyone in the world advises to pay for cabs with cash. 
We'll probably have to take a cable 3 or four more times on this trip....I hope it goes better....and I hope our future cabbies can speak English

Hmmm...

Thinking about starting a new vlog,
I had the idea a few days a go when a buddy and I were talking about dreams and how you have to write them down right after you wake up or sometimes you just forget them.
So we had the idea to record yourself talking about them. I figure, I mostly fall asleep watching something on my iPad, so when I wake up. It's right there anyway, it would actually be pretty easy to just turn on the camera really quick after waking up and spouting off a few minutes about what I just dreamed about.
The biggest problem I face so far, is the fact that over the last few days I've only had really erotic dreams...nothing actually that noteworthy. Lame..